


A Full Circle

by spacegirlstuff



Series: Supernatural Season 15 Codas [9]
Category: Supernatural
Genre: And Sam is just..., And also confesses his undying love, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Castiel is saved!!!!, Coda, Dean Saves Cas from the Empty, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean almost hated pie, Everyone Is Alive, Happy Ending, I still love you!, I think i ignored sam, Jack Kline Has Powers, M/M, Oops?..., Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Season/Series 15, Season/Series 15 Spoilers, Sorry Sammy!!!, Spoilers for Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-11-16
Updated: 2020-11-16
Packaged: 2021-03-09 18:54:27
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,569
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27590984
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/spacegirlstuff/pseuds/spacegirlstuff
Summary: "Because I can survive without me, but I can’t ever even imagine living without you.”“But I am dead,” Castiel said, Dean, flinching a bit, making the angel tighten his grip on the hunter’s hands, “Then how are you here?”“I am here to save you, you dumbass,” Dean couldn’t repress the small smirk that crept up his face, “I am here to take you home.”“Why?”“What?” he tilted his head to the side, “You don’t think you deserve to be saved?”Castiel’s smile betrayed the glare he was aiming towards the other man.~~~PS. Basically Dean saving Cas from the Empty after confessing his undying love for the angel...PSS. Did I say that Dean tells Cas that he loves him too.... Because he so does.
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Series: Supernatural Season 15 Codas [9]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2003515
Comments: 2
Kudos: 109





	A Full Circle

**Author's Note:**

> So, I told you I had another idea for a 15x19 coda so here you go!!!  
> Really hope you like it!!!  
> Check out my other codas for season 15 [here](https://archiveofourown.org/series/2003515)!

_ Hey Jack,  _ Dean thought, _ I hope you can hear me. It’s… it’s Cas. Sam and I found a way to open a portal to the empty and we are going to bring him back home and I… do you want to accompany us? _

Waiting for a few moments, Dean sighed before opening his eyes, looking sadly at his brother, “I don’t think he heard-”

“Hi, guys!” Jack appeared at the doorway, raising his hand in greeting.

“Jack,” Sam said, relieved, “I didn’t know if you would…”

“Of course I would come,” Jack replied, “I would never ignore you guys. Plus, we are going to get Cas back?”

“Yeah,” Dean looked towards the bronze bowl placed in the middle of the dungeons, “Rowena found a spell in the Book of the Damned and we altered it a bit and… I hope it works.”

“Okay,” the new God said, “What are we waiting for, then?”

“So,” Sam looked awkward, “You are coming with us?”

“Yes, I am. But I won’t be using my powers. I am just going to be Jack, a hunter.”

Sam nodded understanding, walking towards the center of the room, the kid following him. 

Standing in a circle around the vessel, Dean signaled Sam to start the spell. 

“Dean,” The Nephilim said, locking his eyes with the hunter, “I am sorry I can’t bring him back.”

Dean nodded.

“But you can,” Jack continued, “And I will try to help in every way I can.”

“I know, kid.” the older hunter smiled softly, “Thank you for being here.”

A small explosion took place, drawing their attention to the black tear opening up over the burning ingredients, black goo spreading out until it was the shape of a proper doorway. 

Jack winced lightly, making Sam look at him worriedly. 

“It’s loud,” Jack explained, “Everyone is awake.”

“Everyone?” Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Every angel and demon that ever died,” Jack answered, “From all the dimensions. It’s chaos there.”

“Well shit,” the older hunter ran his hand through his hair, “We need to get Cas out of there. And we need to do it soon.”

“It’s going to be dangerous,” Jack warned, picking up the spare angel blade from the table.

“Feels like home,” Sam said, stepping into the portal, disappearing as the black fluid covered him, sucking him in, reminding Dean of the night the last time he saw the empty.

Jack went in next, leaving Dean alone in the room. Taking a last glance around the dungeon, his eyes lingering where he last saw the angel, he sighed, walking into the empty.

_ I’m coming to save you, Cas,  _ he thought, closing his eyes as he let the empty pull him in and take him to his lover.

Opening his eyes when he felt the ground beneath his feet again, he glanced around, nothing but pitch black surrounding them, his brother and the kid standing to his right.

“Can you feel something?” Sam asked Jack, looking around curiously.

“It’s a mayhem,” Jack stepped forward, “But everyone seemed to run away when they felt us coming. They are around but…. invisible.”

“So they can sense your power?” Dean asked.

“I am not sure.” Jack tilted his head slightly, “I can feel Cas though.”

“Yeah?” Dean said hopefully, “Can you lead us to him?” 

“Sure,” Jack turned towards the left, “He is here but he is weak. Like he is in some sort of trance, asleep.”

“But how can he be asleep if everyone else is awake?” Sam inquired, followed the Nephilim.

“It’s The Empty,” the kid said, “It is doing something to him,”

Dean didn’t like the way the kid sounded unsure, but he decided not to comment.

“So how is the whole God thing going?” He asked instead, “Because the last time I checked, you were well, everywhere.”

“I am in a way,” Jack turned, “I am trying to clean up everything that chuck messed up with, creating all the universes he destroyed, helping with heaven.”

“And Amara?” 

“She’s still here,” Jack sounded happy, “Amara is helping me, explaining stuff everything as I go, lending a hand whenever I need it.”

“That’s good,” Dean commented, unable to come up with anything else.

Sam rescued him from the awkwardness, engaging in a conversation with the kid, something about the balance between heaven and hell.

He was not sure how long they walked, his mind keeping him occupied, going over all the things he needed to say to the angel when they finally got him. 

His thoughts were interrupted by him almost crashing into his giant brother’s back. He stepped around, cursing under his breath just to stop when he noticed a body lying on the ground, a bit further from where they stood, the angel’s tan trench coat covering his limp figure.

Dean rushed forward, ignoring his brother who was calling him out, asking him to stop. Skidding to a stop in front of his angel, he gently picked up the man’s head, cradling it in his lap, whispering his name like a broken prayer.

He felt Sam come to a stop behind him, Jack kneeling in front of him, his eyes trained on the sleeping angel’s face.

“Jack,” Dean’s voice cracked slightly, his eyes prickling, “Why is he not waking up?”

“The Empty,” He looked up, “It’s got a hold on him. That’s what’s keeping him asleep, locked up in his head, you can say.”

“There has to be a way,” Dean said, turning to Sam for help.

“Jack, there is absolutely nothing you can do?” the younger hunter asked.

“No,” Jack sounded regretful, “The Empty is too strong, especially here. I could try to fight her for it and with Amara, I would probably win too, but...”

“But?” Sam prompted.

“It will destroy everything, his brain, his grace, his memories. All of it.”

“There has to be another way,” Dean said, channeling the bit of hope he still had left into his voice.

Jack shook his head, his eyes turning back to his father’s peaceful face, avoiding both the hunters. Dean racked his brain, trying to come up with something.

“We could try to kick it out,” Sam said, “Like I did with Gadreel.”

“But Michael was an Archangel,” Dean replied, “And I had to keep him locked up-”

“No, he’s right,” Jack said, “If we can break into Cas’ memories and make him realize that he is stuck, then maybe Cas will be strong enough to cast out the Empty.”

“And what happens to Cas if he cannot?” Dean inquired.

“Then he dies,” The kid replied, “Along with the rest of us.”

“The rest of us?” Sam questioned.

“I can get the three of us into Cas’ head, but once inside, I won’t be able to do much. Only Cas and the Empty have actual powers there, and if the Empty finds us, it’s gonna kill us.”

Dean took a shaky breath, weighing the choices.

“We need to do something soon,” Sam checked his watch, “We only got four hours left.”

“Time works differently here,” Jack answers noting Deans’ wide eyes, “Back on earth it’s been hardly five hours.”

“Alright then,” he gently placed the angel’s head back on the black floor, stroking his brown hair one last time before turning to look up at the other two Winchesters, “Let’s not waste any more time.”

“Dean, don’t you think we should discuss this first?”

“There is nothing to discuss,” Dean sounded impatient now, “We need to help Cas break free from whatever memories the Empty’s got him stuck in and then he needs to kick her out, and then we can get out of here.”

“He’s happy there, dean,” Jack mumbled, “He might not want to go back. He already made a choice.”

“Guys, this is Cas we are talking about. There’s no way he wouldn’t want to go back.”

“You can’t make a choice for him,” Sam said.

“I am not!” the older hunter was getting more irritated with each second passing, “I just- We need to try at least.”

Jack sighed, “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” Sam said, Dean, nodding in agreement. 

Jack’s eyes glowed golden before the darkness around them started to fade away, shifting into the entrance of the bunker.

Noticing that only he and Sam were present, Dean looked around, shouting into space, “Jack?”

“Hey, guys,” Jack’s voice came from the vents, making both the hunters jump in surprise.

“Where are you?” Sam asked.

“I am trying to keep the Empty distracted.” the kid replied, “She can sense me so I’m jumping from memory to memory trying to keep her occupied and protect you guys.”

“How long can you do that?” the younger Winchester asked.

“Another fifteen minutes at most. You guys need to hurry.”

“Alright,” Dean placed his hand on the cold doorknob, “You stay safe too.”

Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door, bounding down the stairs with a single purpose in mind, his brother hot on his heels. He reached the map room seconds before the angel entered, looking as perfect as he always did, wearing one of Dean’s jeans and his old AC/DC shirt, making Dean’s breath stop short. 

“Hey guys,” Memory-Jack said as he stepped into the room behind the angel, “How was the hunt?”

“It was nice,” Dean answered, forcing a smile on his face.

“Dean fell down the stairs,” Sam added, unhelpful as always.

“I didn’t!” he glared at his brother, getting distracted when he heard the deep laugh of the angel.

“Well, I’m sure that you didn’t,” Cas said, a stupid smile on his face.

“Anyway, what have you two been up to?” Dean changed the subject.

“We made dinner!” memory-Jack said, his face lighting up with excitement.

“We did,” the angel agreed. Looking directly at Dean, he continued, “And I baked an extra pie for you.”

Dean was sure that if he didn’t already love Cas then he definitely would have now. But as much as Dean would love to stay right here, time was running out and Jack would not be able to hold off The Empty much longer.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said hurriedly when he noticed the angel walking back into the hallway, “Can we talk?”

“I’m sure we can wait till dinner,” Cas called back out. 

“But I-” Dean stopped when he felt the air around him shift.

“Whats-” Sam started to ask just as Castiel came back into the room.

“Hey guys,” memory-Jack repeated from a few minutes ago, “How was the hunt?”

“It was nice,” the older hunter replied, “Cas, can we talk?” 

“Sure,” Castiel’s expression remained unconcerned as he added, “But after dinner. I baked an extra pie for you so freshen up and come to eat it before Jack does.”

“This is important,” Sam added.

“I am sure it can wait till after dinner, Sam.” 

“Cas!” Dean said, just as the scene shifted again, making Dean curse out loud.

The angel stepped into the room, saying, “So looks like the hunt did not go that well,”

“Hey guys,” Memory-Jack greeted them, making dean’s grind his teeth. As much as he loved the kid, his cheerfulness was starting to get on Dean’s nerves.

“Castiel, we need to talk,” Dean said with seriousness.

“Okay,” Cas sounded unsure now, “But I think-”

“Not after dinner,” Dean snapped, making Sam say his name in a warning tone. He ignored his brother, instead, looking at the angel with urgent eyes.

“You are stuck in a time loop,” Sam started when the angel didn’t reply, “You are dead and the empty has got you-” 

The ringing sound of the timer going off in the kitchen interrupted Sam. Cas’ eyes widened as he said, “The pie!”

“Cas wait!” Dean shouted at the retreating figure of the angel, Memory-Jack following him out of the room. The hunter was so tense that he was starting to hate pie, and that was saying something.

“Dean, you need to do something!” Sam said as the air shifted around them, the memory repeating itself all over again.

“What else do you want me to do?” Dean exclaimed, “He won’t even stay!”

“Then make him,” his brother said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How?” Dean questioned just as Cas and the Nephilim entered.

“Hey guys, how was-”

“Not now, Jack,” the older hunter snapped, making everyone in the room jump.

“Dean,” the angel said concerned, “What happened?”

“You won’t listen to me!” 

“I don’t understand-” Cas tilted his head to a side in confusion.

“You are dean and the empty has got you stuck in a time loop,” Sam cut him off.

“Cas is not dead, Sam,” Jack said, “Are you-”

“You need to listen to me, Cas.” Dean pleaded, “You have to break this loop.”

“Is this a joke, Dean?” Castiel replied.

“No,” Sam said, stepping forward, “It’s like Michael-”

The air shimmered around them, Cas and Memory-Jack disappearing in front of their eyes.

“Dean,” Jack’s voice came, echoing through the entire room, “I don’t think I can hold her a lot longer.”

“We just need a bit more time,” Sam said.

“The Empty is faster than I thought,” Jack said, “I can buy some time but then I won’t be able to protect you both.”

“Then get Sam out of here and-” 

“Dean,” the younger brother interrupted, “I am not leaving you.”

“Well, I’m not going back without Cas.” He saw Sam tense, clearly not expecting that answer. 

But it was true. It had been Dean’s plan all along. He had decided that once he stepped into The Empty; he was either coming back with Cas next to him or he was not coming back at all. Because without Cas, he had no reason to live. “Sammy, please,” Deans said, his eyes begging the other man, “You need to get out. I can’t lose you too.”

“With Jack unable to shield our presence,” Sam tried to reason, “It’s too dangerous.”

“This is Cas’ mind,” Dean laughed softly, “There is no danger to me as long as I am here.”

“I hope you know what you are doing,” his brother sighed, realizing that there was no changing Dean’s mind.

“I do,” he assured, looking back up at the ceiling, “Jack, get Sammy out of here and then buy me as much time as you can.”

“Okay, Dean,” Jack’s voice came, Sam disappearing a second later, “You are on your own now.”

“Thanks, kid,” Dean said, “You said that you won’t interfere but…”

“I think I can bend a few rules when it comes to family,” Dean could almost see him smiling softly, “So come back, please. We need you.”

“I will try my best,” Dean hesitated slightly, “Sam misses you, you know? I do too.”

“I miss you guys too,” the new God replied.

“Then try to drop by sometime,” 

“I will see what I can do.” Dean grinned at the response, “Best of luck, Dean.”

With the final word, Jack left Dean alone, taking a bit of warmth with him. Taking a deep breath, the hunter arrived at a conclusion.

While waiting for the angel to walk into the room, Dean was sure what he had to do. It was the only way Cas would actually listen to him, and he was done fighting against what his heart wanted.

“Hey Cas,” Dean said, as soon as the angel stepped in, followed by the Nephilim.

“Hello, dean,” Cas replied with a smile.

“Hey, Dean!” Jack greeted the hunter with a small smile.

“Jack,” the Winchester addressed the son of Lucifer, “Can you please give me and Cas a few moments, I need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, sure,” he responds with a smile, making his way back towards the kitchen.

Jack is almost out of the room when Dean says, “Make sure to take out the pie!”

“How do you-”

“Cas,” the hunter steps forward, taking the other man’s hands in his own, “I want you to listen to me now.”

“Okay,” the angel’s eyes widen as he looks down at their hands.

“But before that, you need to promise me that you will not interrupt me before I finish. And nor are you going to walk away or leave me here,” 

The angel nods eagerly, tightening his hold on the hunter’s hands to reassure the other man. 

“It’s been two months, seven days, and fourteen hours since that night.” Dean let the dam burst open, “since the night you died, since the night you sacrificed yourself, since the night that you saved me. It has been two months, seven days, and fourteen hours since you told me that you loved me.”

Something changed in Castiel’s expression, but Dean didn’t stop to ponder over. 

“And it has been two months since I lost the person I love. Ever since that night, I don’t think I have ever felt anything. Yes, we defeated Chuck, we saved the world, we finally got out of the hamster wheel that we had always been stuck in, but never once did I feel a sense of happiness. Because I died that night too. I didn’t just lose you that night, I lost myself too. I lost the reason to do something, I lost the reason to fight, I lost the reason to live.”

“I tried. I tried so hard to be happy, to live a life you would want me to live, to be the man that deserves to be loved by you.” Dean swallowed, his green eyes meeting blue ones, “But I can’t! I can’t do it without you. I need you, Cas. I need you to be next to me every damn second I breathe. I need you to wrap around me every night I sleep. I need you to make me coffee every morning because you hate how grumpy I am. And most of all, I need you to tell me that you love me just so that I can say it back to you.”

Dean’s vision blurred, a tear rolling down, but he didn’t care. What he cared about was the blinding smile on the angel’s face, his blue eyes filling up as he listened carefully to what the hunter was saying, handing on to each and every word that came out of the human’s lips.

“You told me about how I changed you.” Dean’s voice cracked, “But did you ever think about how you changed me? Because you did, Cas. You changed me. Ever since I met you, ever since we became friends, ever since you choose me over heaven, I have tried to do everything I can to be someone who is worthy enough of your friendship, worthy enough of your loyalty, worthy enough of you. You were the only person who has been with me through everything. You were the only person who has always accepted me for who I was, staying with me even when I gave you every reason to walk away, holding onto me even after I pushed you so far away that you were about to fall off the edge. You are the only person with whom I can be weak, with whom I can let go of my act, with whom I can be me. Because of you, I trusted Jack. Because of you, I had faith in Sam. And because of you, I believed that I could love.”

“Because I love you, Cas.” Both of them were crying now, “I love you so damn much that it hurts. I have loved you for what seems like forever, and you are the only person who has been too blind to see that. How could you ever think that I don’t love you just as much as you do when I think about you with every breath I take? How could you ever think that you didn’t change me just as much as I changed you when you are present in everything I do? How could you ever think that I could ever be happy without you when every second I spent away from you feels like torture?”

Time was running out now, “So please, I’m begging you, don’t ever doubt what I feel for you. Because I can survive without me, but I can’t ever even imagine living without you.”

Dean finished, scanning Cas’ face, memorizing every emotion that the angel showed, committing them to his memory. 

“That was,” the angel said after a long silence, “That was beautiful, Dean.”

The hunter could only nod in reply. Even after being completely vulnerable under the angel’s gaze, he felt safer than ever.

“But I am dead,” Castiel said, Dean, flinching a bit, making the angel tighten his grip on the hunter’s hands, “Then how are you here?”

“I am here to save you, you dumbass,” Dean couldn’t repress the small smirk that crept up his face, “I am here to take you home.”

“Why?” 

“What?” he tilted his head to the side, “You don’t think you deserve to be saved?”

Castiel’s smile betrayed the glare he was aiming towards the other man. 

“Now listen, you gotta help me. The Empty is in your head,” the hunter said, “And I need you to kick it out. It’s like what I did with Michael, but much more difficult because The Empty has powers here. Jack has been keeping it busy but he won’t be able to for much longer.”

“Jack?” Cas questioned, “He’s-”

“Yes, he’s here. And he is also the new God. Long story, will fill you in later.”

“What happens-” The room shook around them, a few books falling off the shelves in the library.

“Looks like it found me,” Dean commented.

“You need to go then,” the angel said nervously, “Get out of here.”

“No,” his voice was steady, “I am not leaving here without you.”

“She will kill you!” Castiel exclaimed.

“You can’t change my mind, Cas,” he stepped closer, their chest touching now, “There is no way I am going back while you are stuck here.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to-”

“I know you can,” Dean leaned in until their foreheads touched, the angel’s warm breath hitting his cheek, “You are the only person whom I know who is strong enough to do this.”

“You believe in me too much,” Cas whispered.

“Seems like I learned it from you,”

“I’m sorry if I fail,” The angel closed his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Dean placed a kiss on the man’s cheek, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Castiel huffed out a laugh as Dean closed his eyes too, gently squeezing the angel’s hand in reassurance.

A few moments passed before he was yanked back by a force, tearing him away from the safe arms of the man he loves, pushing him back into reality.

“Cas!” Dean shouted, opening his eyes to meet the concerned gaze of his family.

“I left as soon as he started to push me out,” Jack spoke, “Now it’s only the Empty and him.”

Dean looks down at the still sleeping man with worry, his hands coming up to bury themselves into the brown locks at their own accord.

“Cmon Cas,” He whispered, hardly minding the curious looks he was receiving, “You got this.”

“Jack,” Sam said, looking around alarmed, “What’s happening?”

Dean forced his eyes away, finally noticing the ripples appearing on the floor around them, calm and serene, like the quiet before the storm.

“We need to get out,” the Nephilim’s eyes glowed gold, “The portal is about to close and the empty is really angry.”

“What about him?” Dean gestured towards the body of his lover, which was starting to twitch slightly, the angel’s expression not as peaceful as before, a crease in his forehead like he was concentrating on something.

“Can you pick him up?” Sam asked.

“Yeah of course, but-”

“Then do it!” Jack was frantic now, “I am keeping the portal open but we need to run.”

Dean nodded, his arm sliding under the angel’s knee, another one around his torso as he lifted the man’s body, a bit breathless when he realized that the angel weighed a bit more than he anticipated. Adjusting a bit until he could comfortably hold the weight, he turned to look at the hardly concealed smirk on his brother’s face.

“Not a word,” he threatened both of them, making Jack snort softly.

“Follow me,” the kid ran in some direction, probably the one they had come from, Dean honestly had no idea. Knowing better than to question the kid, he ran after Jack as fast as he could with Sam a few steps ahead of him. The angel stirred a few times in his arms, gaining consciousness for a few seconds before getting pulled back down. Dean whispered encouraging words whenever he could, his breath heaving, heart pounding in his ears, the golden glow of the portal visible now.

“He’s still not awake,” Sam shouted, checking the angel once.

Slowing down, letting the other two catch up, Jack observed his father.

“You can wake him up now, can you?” the oldest Winchester questioned.

Jack looked guilty before nodding his head once in agreement.

“Do it,” Dean said, stopping in front of the new god, “I am begging you.”

“I,” he hesitated before taking a deep breath, “Alright.”

Placing his hand on Castiel’s forehead, Jack closed his eyes, his palm glowing for a long moment before the angel startled awake, making Dean stumble slightly, tightening his grip to make sure the man didn’t fall.

“Woah, there,” the hunter laughed for the first time in weeks, “Don’t make me drop you on your ass.”

“My head hurts,” The angel groaned, burying his head in the hunter’s flannel.

“We can take care of that when we get back home,” Dean rolled his eyes, “Now I am about to put you down before my arms fall off.”

The angel hummed, gripping onto the hunter’s shoulder tightly as his feet touched the ground, standing unsteadily.

“Hey Jack,” Cas said, turning to face his kid.

“Cas!” The Nephilim launched himself at the angel, forcing him to take a step back to keep himself from toppling over.

“Hi, Sam,” he greeted the fourth person, “I would hug you too, but I have my arms full at the moment”

“When we get back to the bunker,” Sam replied with a wide smile, turning towards his brother, “See you on the other side.”

Dean nodded in response as he watched his brother take the last few steps, entering the rift. 

“Kid,” Dean spoke when the father and son stepped apart, “You’re next.”

Jack gave him an unamused look which reminded him of when Sam was fourteen, trying to pick up a fight with him over everything even when both of them knew that Dean was right.

“I know you are powerful but you are tired too,” Dean reasoned with a calm voice, “So time to go back. Cas and I are going to be just behind you.”

“And what if-” he starts only to be interrupted by a stern look from Cas.

Muttering under his breath, Jack walked into the rift too, disappearing within seconds. 

The hunter turned towards the angel, “Ready?”

Castiel stepped up next to him, his hands finding Deans, intertwining their fingers, “Let’s go back home.”

_ And so they both stepped into the rift, hands clasped together, promising to never get separated ever again. _

**Author's Note:**

> Well.... sorry I didn't post yesterday. This became way longer than expected and I was already having a bad day yesterday so I decided to skip. I think I will stick to the alternate day posting schedule for a bit longer...  
> And well.... tell me what you thought about Dean's speech. I tried my best to include everything I could and I guess that it was a bit long but I thought that all of it was necessary so I didn't delete out a lot of it.  
> I realize that Sam was not given any major role here but this was mainly centered on destiel and a sprinkle of Jack so...
> 
> Really really really hope you like it.  
> Tell me what you felt about this in the comments. You can also catch me on my [tumblr](https://www.tumblr.com/blog/spacegirlstuff) where I am online almost 24/7  
> Ill see you all later!!!  
> Love you!!!


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